But that was her father’s problem. She had much nicer things to contemplate.
Glancing both ways to ensure she wouldn’t be run down by a carriage or cart, Ada swiftly crossed the London road that bordered Gilroy Park, and climbed over the stile cleverly hidden in the trees surrounding the old gamekeeper’s cottage. For no other reason but vanity she paused on the doorstep to catch her breath, smooth her gown, and remove her bonnet.
When she raised a hand to knock, the door swung open.
“Good afternoon, Miss Blair,” said Jasper, his hot gaze devouring her.
Ada’s pussy clenched and she whimpered, so overcome it was difficult to move. “Jasper…”
As though he understood, one strong arm curled about her waist and hauled her inside the cottage, while the other slammed the door shut and latched it. Soon she was pressed against the heavy wood as he crushed her lips with his.
Oh. She’d had a taste earlier in the tent, but this was so much better. Now she could moan and cry out, now she could beg to be pleasured and discover even more new sensual delights with her experienced lover.
“Tell me what you need,” Jasper said, as he nipped her shoulder. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
Ada wound her arms around his neck and shamelessly ground herself against him. “I can’t wait. I can’t.”
He rucked up her gown and slid one big hand along her inner thigh until it cupped her mound. When he discovered her wetness, his satisfied growl reverberated to her very soul, but he tormented her pussy with butterfly-light caresses before finally sinking two fingers inside her.
“Poor sweetheart,” he murmured. “That hot cunt all wet and aching…you need to come very badly, don’t you?”
Ada moaned as he lazily swirled his fingers while teasing her throbbing clitoris with his thumb. “Please, Jasper. Please.”
He began to pump them, penetrating her deeply, and the orgasm hit with the power of a spring tide: brutal and overwhelming. Her wild cry echoed in the kitchen, and if it weren’t for the solid door behind her, she would have ended up a puddle on the floor.
“Better?” he asked softly.
Still trembling, Ada rested her head against the wood, panting for air. But eventually she managed to blink pleasure-dazed eyes at him. “Compared to nearly everything, yes. But what about you?”
“I have high hopes you might take pity on me and return the favor. After payment, naturally.”
Return the favor? He would let her touch his cock? Huzzah!
She wriggled until he set her feet back on the ground. “Come along, then. The daybed is more comfortable than the door. Your shilling is in my reticule.”
Jasper took his coin and followed her into the bedchamber. Once again, he’d made up the bed with those wonderfully smooth and cool linen sheets. It was such a kind gesture. Perhaps it wouldn’t matter to others, but it was so lovely to have a bed she didn’t have to make. Ada gestured to her gown, and he swiftly removed it and the rest of her clothing until every garment lay in a neat pile on the small side table.
But Ada didn’t get into bed. Instead, she perused him, hands on hips. “You were my lady’s maid, now I should like to be your valet.”
Jasper nodded. “Very well.”
Mimicking what he’d often done to her, she took her time removing each item of clothing while stroking and caressing him. First his jacket, waistcoat, and linen shirt, then she knelt to tug off his boots and stockings. Ada perched on the side of the daybed to attend to his trousers, smiling in satisfaction when dancing her fingertips over the bulge of his cock provoked a colorful curse.
“Hmmm,” she said thoughtfully. “One moment please.”
“Ada?” he spluttered, as she darted back to the kitchen, but when she returned wearing her spectacles, he relaxed and unbuttoned the fall of his trousers.
“Thank you for the assistance,” she said with a smile. “I thought since you found my spectacles so fetching, I might wear them while I kiss your cock. You’ve tasted me. I think it only fair I get to taste you.”
Jasper’s fingers clenched on his thighs, that splendid erection now bobbing against his lower belly. “You may do so.”
Frowning in concentration, Ada glided her fingertips along his length. She circled the swollen head and cupped his heavy balls, brushing aside the coarse dark hair at his groin. Not that she had any measure of comparison, but he certainly had a beautiful cock. So thick and hard, yet smooth like satin as well. “Do you like this?”
“I do,” he said hoarsely. “So much.”
“But you need to come very badly.”
“Wicked, wicked minx. I’ll remember this later.”
“Now, Your Grace. No need to unleash the bear,” Ada replied, both hands encircling his cock and giving it a gentle squeeze.
When her tongue flicked across the purple head, Jasper’s breathing grew more and more ragged. Growing in confidence, she lapped at his length, and as his hips thrust in a tiny, unconstrained movement, she boldly took the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked.
He groaned, dislodging the pins from her coiffure as his fingers tangled roughly in her hair. “That feels…so damned good.”
“Mmmm,” she replied, sucking harder, eager to taste his seed as he’d tasted her honey when she’d come on his tongue.
Jasper groaned again. His cock was enormous in her mouth, but he abruptly pulled out and came on her breasts, his seed releasing in several harsh spurts before he collapsed on the bed beside her.
Ada blinked in affront.
No!
Why hadn’t he spent in her mouth? Had she done something wrong? Was she terribly gauche and untalented compared to his previous lovers?
Or had he made a decision on her behalf?
Confused frustration and no small measure of irritation churned within her. But she couldn’t stay quiet and smile like it didn’t matter. She was annoyed, blast it. And he had told her she mustn’t stifle herself.
Ada turned her head and frowned at her errant lover. “Why did you spill on my breasts and not in my mouth?”
He stilled, obviously taken aback by the question. “It was your first time. I did not think you would like it in your mouth.”
“What I like and do not like is for me to decide, don’t you think?”
“Well, yes,” he said hesitantly. “But while I am certainly no expert, I understand the taste is not particularly pleasant. Perhaps not as bad as taking the waters, but certainly not ripe peach juice, either.”
Ada squared her shoulders. “You are very kind to think of my welfare and shield me from unpleasantness. But I must ask…no, I must insist that I be allowed to learn and experience without interference so that I may decide my own preferences in the bedchamber.”
Jasper looked so startled she almost apologized. But no. Even small lines in the sand needed to be drawn.
Would he accept it?
Lost in the world-tilting, consuming haze of an orgasm, he’d done something unwise. And Ada had scolded him.
Certainly a rare occurrence for a duke, and yet with Ada he actually felt relieved that she had done so. For as their contract stated, she hadn’t stifled herself or behaved as she did with her father, smiling and pretending all was well when she wanted to hurl him into prickly shrubbery. Even better, she’d been so precise in the manner that he’d blundered that he didn’t have to stumble around or coax the truth from her.